Villain Elle

“Le Double Secret,” circa 1927 by Rene Magritte

reflections in the falling sky
would mean so much to have and hold
not to take or own but to fly

for all the time I failed to try
and fought with ice against the cold
reflections in the falling sky

to kiss your heart, a fevered cry
but I could never be so bold
not to take or own but to fly

gifts, I hope they cannot deny
a love that grows so fearless, old
reflections in the falling sky

frail, drenched with sweat I’d never lie
receiving light from sleeping gold
not to take or own but to fly

without you, heaven I’d pass by
seeking stories yet to be told
reflections in the falling sky
not to take or own but to fly

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